Crazy

I remember when I lost my mind... what an awesome song!!! I think you're crazy... just like me!!! I totally love that song, don't think I could've written one better for me than that. If you haven't listened to the words of that song, you need to. Life is to short not to be crazy. Here one day, gone the next... relax... enjoy life, admit, we really are all crazy to some extent.

I believe that everyone needs to make it a priority every day to do at least one crazy thing. Sometimes, I don't even have to try, it just comes naturally. Have you ever put your sun glasses on and then wonder why everything seemed to be so dark and go around turning all the lights on, and then realize that you have your sunglasses on? Nope, me either!!!

Have you ever tried to get your dog to go into the refrigerator and then realize... wrong door? Did you notice the look on the dog's face... like, I Love You, but I really have to peepee poopoo? Me either, well at least not recently. Have you ever put the milk in the closet and the cereal in the fridge? My husband never does either!

Some say it is age, I think it's plain ol' fashioned insanity. I'm getting way too comfortable with the thought of being crazy. Crazy can be a good excuse for just about anything. If you do drugs, then you can get in trouble, but being crazy, well that seems to be a legitamate excuse to, well, do crazy things.

The next time I can't figure out why someone else's car is beeping when I'm trying to figure out where my car is and why the keys I have won't work on the car who's horn isn't beeping, yeah, I'm just going to track down the other car and try my keys in it and then I'll realize that the other car actually is my car... before the cops get there, and I'll drive off laughing and thinking, here I am, crazy as a fruit loop, stealing someone's car, knowing that the someone's car that I am stealing is actually mine! Again... hopefully I'll realize this before I call the cops!!!

I owe, I owe... it's off to work I go!

The new day dawns. Once again the weather man has used his public appearance to dominate the decisions of those watching him. All in error, as the snow begins to fall and the road becomes unsafe. To work I travel, wondering, why would I risk my life for a job that offers no benefits? Still I travel on, knowing that it is my life I am risking, so that I may inevitably distribute my meager earnings to someone else, who will eventually take my money and add it to their collection, only to travel to a warmer place and enjoy sipping wine on the Riviera. When the five o'clock whistle blows, I will head home, with a prayer for safe travel. Upon entering my safe haven, I will take off my boots, and with a sigh of relief, I will adorn my well worn, fuzzy slippers. It is in the comfort of my little home in the country that I will relax and enjoy my glass of wine, whishing I was somewhere in a nice little yacht, on the Riviera of course!